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puppy love - ilya rozanov x gn reader
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word count: 272
content warning: tooth rotting fluff
this piece is a short one but I just wanted to write some fluff so yeah. nothing more to say
he doesn't want to admit it, and never will, but he misses you. a lot. even if you're only gone for some hours. what he wants to admit even less is that he secretly waits for your return all day, feeling like his day revolves just around that, ecstatic when he hears the keys.
when you come home, tired and drained, looking like a zombie, probably from the comedown of too much caffeine, you automatically move towards your bed, quickly throwing on your pj's before sinking into the mattress. you're so tired, you don't notice the little "puppy" sitting on the couch, having waited for you. once you're asleep, you don't notice said puppy sneaking under your covers, putting his curly head onto your chest, using you as a pillow, like always. he snuggles further into you, taking in your scent, sniffing where you sprayed your perfume/cologne.
when you wake up the next morning, rays of sunshine creeping their way past the curtains, through the little cracks, you finally acknowledge the blonde buried deep in you, blanket over his shoulders, still in a deep slumber. you have totally forgotten to greet him when you came back home, too tired and done with the world. you press a kiss to the top of his head. "have I abandoned you? I'm so sorry." you say quietly, not wanting to wake him but also having the need to apologize. lucky for you, he smiles in his sleep, snuggling even further into you, if that is possible. you run your fingers through the blonde mess of locks, basking in the confort of a sunny morning.
shane did u see me playing with the kids. i want to have ur babies btw
⁺ ﹒ say something, dude ! ﹒ ⁺
˚﹒🤍𖥔 this is so ugly don’t look at me omf. but hey, when the rivalry gets heated you gotta draw it. I miss them guys
based on my fave ao3 tag "Shane walks Ilya like a dog"
did someone say hr music headcanons
Too bad, here they are anyway
SVETLANA - very diverse music taste. listens to a lot of Russian music, also big on rap. Went to the eras tour
ROSE - yes, she is a pop girly (og Sabrina stan), but she also listens to indie and secretly loves like, punk or something
SHANE - doesn't care too much, but has playlist specifically for songs that help him calm down if he's having a panic attack / is overstimulated. Rose took him to the short and sweet tour (but idk how he felt about it)
ILYA - also listens to lot of Russian music, he has a playlist of songs his mum listened to.
ELENA- went to the eras tour. Also listens to a lot of classic rock (70s, 80s). Has a "rockstar gf" outfit (it's amazing)
SCOTT - mozart or whatever old people listen to? (Doesn't care a whole lot. Kip has the aux.)
DAVID - homeboy WILL listen to country, but only a very specific type that's not modern but doesn't objectify women (#loveshiswife) otherwise just listens to a random radio station
KIP - goes to musicals with Maria (loves seeing sets and costumes) I stand by that he does like theatre (BRO IS IN THE ARTS) but he doesn't usually listen to musicals after, his taste was defo passed down by his dad
MARIA - She listens to a new genre every week and has control over the smoothie shop speakers
ao3 crack writers i wish u all the happiness in the world, i hope your pillow is always cold and you get two amazing boyfriends who are also boyfriends (to all the wlw writers i hope you get the girlfriend of your dreams)
you are the light of my day
Will you come to my cottage this summer? Don’t go to Russia. Come to my house. We’ll have so much fun. It’s so private. No one will know.
Hollander, you know I can’t do that.
We could have a week or even two. We’d be completely alone…
Together.